Rebirth: The Fake Young Lady Is A Real Young Lady - Chapter 26

A teenager finds himself in the Marvel World with the Dragon Balls, and has to find a way to survive!

Shenron: “Say your wish! Any wish can be granted, but you only get one…”

Teenager: “Any wish could be granted?”

Shenron: “Of course!”

“Great!”

Teenager: “Shenron, please get me out of the Marvel World; return me to my original world!”

Shenron: “I’m sorry, I can’t do that…”

“….”

Teenager: “What? What were you bragging about then, saying you can grant any wish?”

Shenron: “Your body is from this world, therefore….”

“….”

Teenager: “Okay, then give me the power of a Super Saiyan! I want be able to beat Thor and Hulk, surpass Captain America and Iron Man!”

Shenron: “I’m sorry, I can’t do that…”

Teenager: “Worthless dragon! What can you do?”

Shenron: “I can…”

- Description from Novelupdates

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life.Easy. Or so he thought.The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set.[Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.]Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

Su Mo is a late bloomer, introverted and not very good at communicating with strangers.

I thought that my life would be so dull, but after participating in a national game “Star Ring”. Rediscovered the joy of life and embarked on the road to the top of the throne.

- Description from novelbuddy

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.